Just so you know, i live in Milwaukee and it is a cold wet place with LOTS of wind, so it made perfect sence to me that she would move to forks, because i don't know how to explain how rain is annoying. when you live with it for your whole life, you learn to love that is why i chose Milwaukee! read and enjoy!!!

We got to the airport in Port Angeles at seven o'clock Pacific time. Funny, we left Milwaukee at six. We still had an hour's long drive to Forks. I had heard a lot about Bella in the last Five hours. She was a straight A student, had more friends than I ever had even though she said she didn't have many, had a nice and caring father, and her best friend's name was Alice Cullen. "You'll like Alice, she is sweet and is adopted. Like you will be someday."

I never wanted to be adopted.

Ever.

I would never call anyone Mother, Father, Aunt, Uncle, Grandma, or Grandpa again. No one could ever take their places in my life. And I was not about to be calling kids brother and sister either.

We walked past the security gate and there was a guy, a pale, bronze colored haired guy, waiting for Bella. His amber eyes never left her. He had obviously been waiting for her.

Her amber eyes went strait to his. They had the same eye color.

As soon as they were close enough, they kissed.

Eeew. Bella never told me she had a boyfriend. Geese, get a room. No one wants to see this. I was getting uncomfortable. I did not like public displays of affection.

He parted from her and laughed. She eyed him and smiled. If my boyfriend had laughed after he kissed me he would have hell to pay.

He coughed to cover up the laugh. Lame.

Suddenly he started to laugh harder.

Once he was done laughing Bella introduced us. "Edward, this is Sophia. Sophia, this is Edward."

"Hello Sophia. My name is Edward Cullen." he stuck his hand out for me to shake.

As I shook, I replied, "Hello Edward, my name is Sophia McCarthy."

He took Bella's stuff and mine and began to walk.

A gentleman. My grandma always told me to marry a gentleman. Bella was lucky.

"Thank you Edward."

He smiled. "Your welcome Sophia."

We walked down to Baggage claim. I had a lot of suitcases. When my Uncle died and I left Tennessee at the age of Five, Grandma Ellen bought me a bunch of cute little suitcases to carry the important stuff on the plane. I had eight suitcases. Two giant ones, two medium sized ones, and four cute little ones. Those were for stuff, not clothes. My most precious things were in those suitcases. These were the things I didn't trust in the mail.

"Sophia, how many suitcases do you have?" He asked kindly.

"Eight." He didn't seem surprised by the large number.

Oh right. I was moving. That was probably typical.

Edward smiled. "Point them out to me when you see them and I will get them."

"Thank you."

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Edward's Doll